Our excitement at being invited by chef-patron Ferran Adrià to enjoy a final dinner at El Bulli before it closes for ever as a restaurant later this year mounted even further when we saw the taxi driver who was going to drive us along the tortuous coastal road from nearby Roses to the restaurant. Neither of his arms was in plaster.
On the last occasion we had made this journey, our taxi driver had one arm in plaster and she had insisted on using her one good arm to sound her horn on every possible occasion (because those returning from...
A long last supper at El Bulli
